Fire in the Dark

we are leaving
ghost footprints in the sand
will wash the party beach
bottles rolling in the waves

we are
giants dreaming future loss,
in rockets asleep a thousand years
we left the dirt
for home
to build new castles in the stars

brushed legs
with sand beneath her finger
-nails, green ribbons in her hair
“we are leaving.
the bonfire burned for far too long
dance me in your arms,

let the fire take the city down.”
we sang
and burned the manuscripts
in the ash of violins

beneath the paper moths
cindered in the rising heat
of our
fire in the dark

as all the beards of libraries
shamed us
with their blackened grins

we are leaving

all leaving,
hillsides rich with poetry
dreams of unwritten books will find
new geniuses to give them names

© Emerys Watchel, 2016 All rights reserved.


2 thoughts on “Fire in the Dark

  1. It took me longer than I care to admit to select a favorite portion; the entire piece is so solid. I am particularly fond of the last stanza, and I love the bit about the beards of libraries. The fullness of image created in so few words is quite admirable.

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